Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Organ,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.